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Iron Rooster

Have you ever been dumb enough to do what you wanted to do, without good reason coming over you? 

That liner in Foo Fighter's Iron Rooster hits me hard. Like a dumb child that under estimate the heavy stone, too heavy to held up, too proud to admit and it stomped on her feet.
That's perfectly describe my liking in writing. My mind bursts with inspiration yet I'm too messy to pen it down. I adore the beautiful poems that Shakespeare wrote till every songs Linkin Park sang. I mean how bad can you write when you were put to learn to write? That's what majority would have thought of but the truth, I'm really bad.Being Journalism major gave me a good camouflage. My grammars is running amok (I have to admit, my grammar was never 10/10 but I could still manage a 6 during my peak) but my vocabularies also running low too. Yet, I'm too proud to fix it, too lazy to run and read through every lines before hitting the send button, too thick face to appreciate and remember ev…
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Monday Blue is Tomorrow

Rather humid day today,
Sunshine bright up all the way. I sip on some sour dairy, May it chills a little my misery.
The wind blows slow, Cloud refuse to grow. I wish time is like the wind blow, Slowly tick accordingly the flow.
Despite weather gives a mellow, Even sing by lovely tune of sparrow. But my heart sunk with sorrow, Monday blue is tomorrow.

Night Thinking

There is zero movement in the room,
Only the air condition blows autumn.
My mind gushing bubble form,
Although my eyes lid closing soon.

There is dirty laundry over one corner,
Too full to spill any sooner.
I recall the morning coversation louder,
As it driven me to think further.

Books and bags spread around ground,
It takes skill to freely walk around.
I could hear my heart hound,
This ain't such simple as it sound.

Hairs drop spread over table top,
Waving for me to pick up.
Is this a chance of fruitful crop?
To tame my wild horse hope?

Dirts are visible by the pink bed,
Signs of cleaning in need.
I suppose no harm to give it a try indeed,
Not that I'm too bold to meet my dead.


They said moon like a shy ent eater,
Her beauty covered layer by layer.
It takes patient for her appears,
Can't denie her shine a breath taker.

They said moon loves number,
Dislike grammar especially singular.
Fifteen is her numeric favour,
Without 's' she simply disappear.

They said moon is a loner,
Stars are never her companier,
Human create a festival to cheer her dear,
Lighten up the lantern to bring her near.

Happy belated mooncake festival...

New Hobby

I decide to presuit my desire,
Since tonight I was so inspire.
Sometime creative kicks,
Simply can't stop your finger clicks.

My mind flows with sweet,
I shall hum with this beat.
It is always easier to rhythm with emotion,
Happiness shall plot today's direction.

I gain myself a new hobby,
Now at night I sleep like a lullaby.
Yoga comes into my life journey,
Successful purify my mind entirely!

Being in an events company,
Works has been like a busy bee.
As workload could have been continuously,
Yet yoga leads me to sweet escape.

There is time I would hit the nails,
However i do not see it a big deal.
Yoga practice tunes my feel,
As if I was born with a new soul!

Because it simply makes me feel great,
My body too begins to hit straight.
Tell me how not be in liking?
This new hobby simply the king.

Recent life

I've been very lazy in poem,
However today I'm good to bloom.
Simply Mindy Gladhill inspired,
Leads me get out from retired. Shall I update my recent life? Couldn't be best describe then fine. Kick bed out from nine, Sharp noon out for dine. Would have simple like a line, But it is a new beauty I realise.

Ass Back Home

I don’t care what you’re after, 
As long as I’m the one, no I don’t care why you’re leaving, 
You’ll miss me when you’re gone.